Katherine Bertram Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

From the CWGC Archives

Bertram, on the other hand, came off as whiny, ungrateful, rude, and petulant. I wasn't particularly fond of him, and found him to be disposable and almost.

Don't get me started on the local market at 5th & Spruce! The vendors are mad, lively, and quirky. The aroma of fresh herbs from the stand by the door? Unbelievable! It’s as if each smell told a secret. Sometimes I think, “It's all a part of the grand show.” Like in that movie, every moment feels beautifully tragic yet full of hope.

Bertram Derthona Basket make it 2/2 for Italy